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“Just grazed.” He went over and picked up the shotgun. Adrenaline still fired through his body, his shoulder stung, and he fought the desire to kick the two half-weres now stretched out face down on the stained carpet.
Then he noticed what was on one of the guy’s feet. “Nice shoes,” Chase said.
“Real nice.” Burnett stood and snatched his phone from his coat pocket and made a call. “We need a wagon to bring in two.”
* * *
They landed in a wooded lot, close to a fence. Her uncle took one step, then stopped. Della wasn’t quite sure where she was, but the neighborhood looked upscale. They’d passed over several nice estates. Houses as big as apartment buildings.
“You see that house?” her uncle asked.
Della looked between the metal slats of the fence. She could see it, but it was half a block away. “Yeah.”
“How fast can you make it there and knock down that door?”
Della looked at him. “More breaking and entering?”
“I don’t think he’ll call the police.”
She hesitated. “Why don’t I just knock, ask if I can come in? I can be convincing.”
He frowned. “Because the second one of us gets any closer to that house, it will set off a lockdown mode and a metal plate with electrical current will come down on all the windows and front door.”
“Oh.” She grimaced and looked back at the house.
Feng continued, “It will take thirty seconds for the metal to lower and get the power to it. Back in the day, I could get to that house in fifteen seconds. You that good?”
Della sighed. “Maybe. Whose house is this?” She inhaled, but wasn’t close enough to get any scents.
“Powell’s.”
She bit down on her lip. “Do you think Stone’s in there?”
“I don’t know. But I’d bet my canines Powell knows where his son is.”
The thought of snagging Stone and stopping the trial before it happened had Della pushing away the feeling that she was crossing over the line.
“He’s the old guy, right?” Della asked.
“Yeah.”
Della looked at Feng and tilted her head to hear his heart. “You’re not going to kill him?”
“No. I promise.”
Della nodded. “Then I’m ready.”
* * *
“You might as well confess,” Chase growled down at the barefooted rogue sitting in the interrogation room. “We got you. You’re going down.”
“You ain’t got shit,” the were said.
“Really?” Chase, feeling his canines lower, pulled the picture from the file he held. “Do you know what this is? It’s a picture of a shoe print, idiot! And guess what? By tomorrow, our guys will have matched it to your shoe, and you’re going down.”
“I’m not the only one who wears those shoes!” the half were said.
The door to the room opened. Burnett waved Chase to come out.
